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Lyrics:
[Verse 1:] These silicone rappers acting real but Light them up like blunts gotta spill guts Never mind they still acting tough My T-shirt breathe corporate corporate magazine steal some Fuck ever heavy metal shit real pop You been pop because you daybueing real flop Cops trying to kill guys but killed shot Exploring every options while the water still trying to feed cops yeah Everything a vibe but it's still the same Only the real remain when i kill the game Running over the niggers in a renter hearse Then i erks tire marks tire marks Wait that's a Kendrick verse None i ain’t have to steal that What's left when all of your layers are peeled back Got a mind like a steel trap And then fill it to the brim with real raps
[Chorus:] Yep you wanna fall back (fall back) You wanna fall back (fall back) [x2] If you the real shit you really real shit Drop it let me feel shit if it's really real If it's really real drop it let me feel some If it's real drop it let me feel If you the real shit you really real shit Drop it let me feel shit if it's really real If it's really real drop it let me feel some If it's real drop it let me feel
[Verse 2:] Up the money tell them to fall back Fuck the money we coming to north black The cops trying to kill us we can’t ignore that Some rally some riot Government selling up bull shit and we buying Giving us all sort of drugs and we try it I’ve never been to a court with a judge that ain’t bias Look at the conviction rate i got the colour that the system hate Wait face facts as they face us the racist trying to erase us Beat us to the truth then erase us History is a high story Knee high Don't watch exodus no one is our story Rearrange the past no one is our glory Not even the colours of my brothers will ride for me
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[Verse 3:] Hip hop is still evolving from stealing vaults Some of these real life shit dont appear in blogs Rap niggers soft this ain’t a pillow talk At the club ain't saying nothing when they kill us all Ah silence but you say you real ya that's how you feel huh Ey yo fro real bro riders better watch who you steal from A true steal gun tighter than the steel drum We on that crazy steel drum Smoking that B real what the fuck you feel one Wow you niggers acting real young Stop that recording that baby beef shit feel tongue Yea no time for your hard feelings Blood is in the ghetto my socks is like curry shillings Un apologetic as fuck when they say my name Open methic in the truck men i bring my pain
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